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William's Heart - Camera Obscura
A postcard of Byron by the bed
It's a reminder of every word that he said
To die in the arms of a twenty year old
A figure of porcelain with moves so bold
You'd love to have a heart of gold
You would have to have come from a better mould
To die in the arms of a twenty year old twenty year old
Ending the shift of a sleepless night
Tossing and turning and holding on tight
To die in the arms of a twenty year old twenty year old
Want to know about William's heart
Is it broken in two who's feeling bad
Is there enough of a spark to sparkle again
Is he lost
Does he need a friend
Lying to those who know you the best
Keeping a secret close to your chest
To die in the arms of a twenty year old twenty year old
The agony of the late night pub
Talking too much old age is a curse
To die in the arms of a twenty year old twenty year old
Want to know about William's heart
Is it broken in two who's feeling bad
Is there enough of a spark to sparkle again
Is he lost does he need a friend
William where have you gone
Will you return to me
William where have you gone
Please return to me
If it's a single man or a single malt
That I take in my arms when I'm feeling low
You'll say honesty has made me cruel
I say you're soft and you're made of wool
You are made of wool
